For the past couple of weeks I’ve had a bit of a bout of what I like to call The Mehs. Other terms you might be familiar with to describe The Mehs include the blues, down in the dumps, feeling a bit shit house, having a rough day…you get the idea.
It’s really not like me as I’m not normally someone who gets The Mehs, but to be honest this whole IIH thing is turning out to be one stubborn problem to solve and quite frankly, I’m over it! (If you’re not sure what I’m referring to, please click here. We’ll wait for you to come back, I promise.)
I don’t mention my health much on the blog because this is the one place I can come and not have to think about medication, ugly waiting rooms (although they are pretty funny! Again click here for that one) and how much I’ve spent on specialist appointments in the last 6 months. That is not so funny.
Seriously, it has sucked the life out of our bank account. If I could rewind the clock 25 years, I would totally get my academic shit together and become a specialist of anything medical.
Oh and then there’s the dietician I’m seeing, who I lovingly refer to as The Food Nazi.
She works with my Endocrinologist and has put me on a very strict diet, because apparently that helps reduce the symptoms of IIH in some people. The Food Nazi’s diet has seen me loose a stack of weight but holy crap, I miss carbs and I don’t think that’s helping with the whole Meh situation.
But yesterday I received a text from a friend, who also happens to be the person who gave Scott his nickname of Guns over on Instagram, asking if I was at Carindale by any chance?
For those not in the know, Carindale is my local Westfield and also my second home.
People who know me well often joke that I’m only ever in one of two places: home or Carindale. Personally I don’t understand why that is a joke. It’s actually factually correct and if I had a Wikipedia page about myself, I’d totally add it to the top of it!
Turns out I wasn’t at Carindale, but I replied to Guns’ Number One Fan that I could be there within 45 minutes (10 minutes to whack some make up on and get changed out of my unattractive school run clothes. 5 minutes to shut the windows downstairs. 30 minutes to get there. Sometimes it pays to be a planner) and yes, of course I can meet her for a coffee!
As predicted I got there bang on time, we had a coffee where we discussed everything from The Food Nazi & her mate The Exercise Freak (“surely doing laps around a shopping centre counts as exercise?”) to where to buy decent boyfriend jeans that won’t break the budget while you’re still loosing weight (“Kmart is great for nice, cheap pants”) before my mate headed home and I headed towards the bargain end of the centre.
Unfortunately there’s no Kmart at Carindale, but I did stumble across Suzanne Grae where I found the perfect pair of boyfriend jeans. At $59.95 they were more than I wanted to pay, but when I tried them on and they actually fit me, I had to have them!
If we could all ignore the fact that they’re ‘relaxed fit’ and focus on the fact that they’re a size 12, that would be great! You can get your own pair right here.
On a random side note, I haven’t done an outfit post in ages, mainly because I haven’t had the energy to get off the couch in ages, but I reckon these jeans need to be featured on the blog sooner rather than later. What do you think? Maybe a post on how to style boyfriend jeans?
I then wandered around for a bit before finding myself in stationery heaven AKA Kikki K, where I walked out with a box of 12 quote cards.
I don’t need them, because let’s face it, I can pretty much whip up any old quote myself. (Head on over to The Shop for proof! Also, there’s a 30% off sale happening at The Shop at the moment. Click here for all the details) but I’m a sucker for pretty things and it’ll probably do me good to have these words staring back at me everyday:
After that I took myself upstairs for some lunch (a chicken sandwich on brown bread and a coffee) and felt MUCH better.
Turns out all I really needed was a few laughs with a friend, a couple of shots of caffeine and a bit of retail therapy to chase those mehs away. The strawberry macaron I had with the first coffee probably helped too, but let’s keep that our little secret. No need to be letting The Food Nazi in on that little morsel of sugary goodness!
What do you do to get rid of the mehs? Carb load, catch up with friends or something else? I’d really love to know.
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